Lust is lust and love is love
Until you riped my hear out with a glove
Riped it, smashed it, and ground it down
Now I look like a clown
With the saddest eyes and tears running down
I hope every time you see me you get a frown
I thought I loved you but now I know
that it was lust and never love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem